Project 3

Poem #1: Swinging Trees

Playing hide and seek,

Within the trees,

Only with sisters and my father,

About to walk back home,

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“A Blissful Morning”

A warm glow shines through the blinds. It slices through the warmth of the comforter and brings a waking light to the start of the day. Part of me wants this moment to go on for a lifetime. The little touches, the knowing stares across the room, the hope for something…

Project 2

A girl. Maybe that’s all she will ever see me as. Not her daughter, not her little girl. Just a girl. Does she not have anything better to teach me than what color clothes need to be washed on what day?

I wish I had a sister. Maybe she would understand why I don’t want to be forced to…

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The Crow

Looking down upon the child playing in the overgrown grass field in front of that old farmhouse I feel a sense of joy. The child I have watched over for all these years is all grown up. She is so peaceful and carefree and I envy her joy. I remember the joy in the…

Project 2

Every morning, I walk into the red and gold, painted locker room, but it is the one place I experienced the most pain, endured the cruel act of my teammates, although I never truly understood their intentions.

I played football and basketball, but I was different than my teammates, which I…

Project #3

3 Poems:

“The Path”

I had traveled the path

Many times before.

I recognized the tall buildings

That made me feel so small.

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#1- A simple “Thank you”

You tell me the boxes are too heavy,

But keep demanding that I carry more.

You give me piles and lists,

But no means to complete them.

New guy

We were all in high school around the ages of 15–18, just sitting in the locker room doing what we always do. Then a boy walked in nobody knew who he was, where he came from, or what he was doing here. Coaches pulled us together telling us we have a new kid on our team. He was short, skinny, and looked like he…

Project 2 — Varsity “Kingsley” POV shift — Varsity’s POV

I sat on the floor of the locker room, bruised up and bleeding all over after getting absolutely pummeled by another boy in the locker room. Everyone just stared at me, tears streaming down their eyes, tears of joy from watching me…